The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2334 A weapon that surpassed the Third Realm

A piercing glint flashed in the Ancient One’s eyes as he concentrated his internal strength upon the injury. Moments later, the gash began to seal. This was no mere regeneration; it was a phenomenon far more esoteric. The wound was being systematically unmade, erased from reality at a conceptual level.

Observing this display, Zuko’s gaze shimmered with a grave light.

"The wounds left by this sword should not be able to heal themselves," he remarked in a low voice. "You are powerful."

Following his words, the aura of the Leader of the Masked Race exploded outward. His presence expanded to a terrifying scale, becoming so vast that the entirety of Origin Island began to vibrate. Fissures spiderwebbed across the earth, the atmosphere shook, and even the distant laws governing the island trembled in reaction.

The Ancient One abandoned his casual posture. It was now undeniable—this was not a confrontation he could afford to take lightly. Zuko was no common adversary. If he failed to confront the Leader of the Masked Race with his total Cultivation, his death was a distinct possibility.

In an instant, appendages of shadow and gloom burst from the Ancient One’s back. These tentacles were covered in myriad blinking eyes, each emitting a crushing sealing power. The surrounding air buckled, thick with the weight of suppression.

Zuko’s expression hardened as he surveyed the scene. However, it wasn't just the display of strength that provoked his reaction.

"That power..." he whispered. "It belongs to that monster. How do you possess it?"

Even though eons had passed, Zuko would never erase the memory of that conflict. Those tentacles once belonged to one of the most formidable entities to ever invade Origin Island—a creature of absolute malice and shadow. While it was possible such a beast had survived, Zuko was certain that the primordial essence of the Ancient One did not match that of the monster.

To his frustration, the Ancient One had completely fortified his mind. Zuko’s innate ability to read thoughts was unable to bypass the mental barrier, leaving his curiosities unsatisfied.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

The Leader of the Masked Race and the Ancient One locked eyes, their energies surging to ever-greater heights until, simultaneously, both figures vanished from sight.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

A thunderous detonation occurred as the two forces met. Blade and tentacles collided with a violence capable of shattering suns. Shockwaves rippled through the terrain, grinding stone to dust and fracturing the heavens with pure, unadulterated force.

The sword held by Zuko was a sacred treasure of the Masked Race—a relic that surpassed the Third Realm. Even if he was unable to manifest its full potential, it remained vastly superior to any Alpha-Omega Overgod weapon.

Nevertheless, even that staggering might could not sever the tentacles.

The two powers became entangled, and to Zuko’s alarm, the tentacles began to coil around his steel, attempting to place a total seal on its power.

Zuko reacted instantly by tightening his grip and wrenching the sword free. He pivoted his body, launching a ferocious kick toward the Ancient One’s head. Space itself warped to negate the blow, distorting and slowing the trajectory, though it failed to halt it entirely.

That split-second delay provided all the opening needed.

The Ancient One’s palm struck Zuko’s chest, discharging a repulsive force that sent him hurtling downward like a falling star. The ground crumbled upon impact, splitting wide as the shockwaves radiated through the crust.

Despite the impact, Zuko remained in full control. He twisted in mid-air, regaining his footing just as the Ancient One’s tentacles expanded, morphing into colossal beasts that lunged at him with incredible velocity.

Utilizing his peak martial skills, the Leader of the Masked Race parried and sliced through every limb that came near. His strikes were ruthless and exact. However, the sheer volume of the assault was overwhelming. Their power was immense, and gradually, they began to force him back.

Drawing a deep breath, Zuko’s heart began to thrum with a rhythm more powerful than a collapsing star.

Obsidian energy flooded his form, coating his skin and pouring into his blade. The weapon vibrated fiercely as it drank in the power.

In the following heartbeat, Zuko swung.

A brilliant crescent of obsidian light sliced through the air, possessing such magnitude that it blew every tentacle aside. The strike carved a hollow path through the chaos, leaving nothing but ruin behind.

The Ancient One’s eyes grew wide as the arc zoomed toward him. Before he could reposition his defenses, Zuko had already closed the distance.

The blade whistled toward his face.

Harnessing every bit of his speed and physical power, the Ancient One recoiled just in time to avoid a fatal blow. Even so, the edge bit into his chest, bypassing the defenses of the Power of Negation to leave a gaping wound. Crimson blood sprayed into the air, staining the battlefield.

Yet, the Ancient One did not waver.

He rotated his body in the same motion, driving a devastating punch into Zuko’s face. The strike carried both massive physical momentum and the concentrated repulsive strength of his technique.

Zuko’s frame shook from the impact.

But he refused to be pushed back, holding his ground firmly.

The Leader of the Masked Race lashed out again, etching a cross-shaped gash into the Ancient One’s torso. A flicker of agony appeared in the Ancient One’s gaze, but his concentration remained absolute.

As Zuko readied a follow-up strike, the Ancient One turned his power upon his own body, forcing the surrounding space to reject him and propel him backward, just out of the sword's reach.

Simultaneously, the tentacles converged on Zuko once more.

With a mighty sweep, Zuko knocked them away, and in the next breath, he blurred forward again.

The Ancient One could feel the suffocating killing intent approaching like a tidal wave. Still, he remained calm. More tentacles burst forth, acting as sacrificial shields to hinder Zuko’s momentum while the Ancient One gathered his strength.

Consecutive explosions rang out as Zuko demolished every barrier in his way.

Finally, he stood directly in front of the Ancient One.

His eyes burned with resolve.

His sword was poised.

And it was ready to claim the Ancient One’s life.